This feels familiar. It feels similar to the period after Mom died.
And I hate it.
No energy. No focus. No amount of sleep can make me feel re-energized. I forget simple things. There will be one good day, then a series of bad. Depression, anxiety, repeat. I know many of you feel this way, too.
Yes, this too shall pass. Yes, there will be an “other side” to this. Yes, things will get better.
But right here, in this specific moment in time, it’s dark.
And I hate it.